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- Herausgeber: Paraquel Press
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
When sheriff’s deputy Randall Steadman hustles to protect a witness from assassination, he finds motives running deeper and darker than anyone suspected.
With the witness refusing to duck out and the clock running down, can Steadman untangle the cast of suspects and close the case before it goes to trial?
Or will an innocent woman die first?
For fans of Jeffery Deaver, Robert Dugoni, and Thomas Perry, a mystery with heart and intrigue.
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A Steadman Mystery
Joslyn Chase
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Praise for Steadman's Blind
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"Just like Nocturne In Ashes, I found Steadman's Blind a one session page-turner and gave it five Amazon stars."
~ Ron Keeler, Read 4 Fun
"Ms. Chase's second novel is just as unputdownable as the first one was. I got lost in the book and the world the author created, transported to another place and time."
~ Gabi Rosetti (reader, Amazon.com)
"Author Joslyn Chase has now confirmed my first impressions of her being a formidable suspense writer bound to make readers sit up and take notice."
~ Manie Kilian (reader, Amazon.com)
"As always in her writing, the settings and action scenes are vividly portrayed and the relationships between the characters are seamless and authentic. Ms Chase has a talent for bringing characters to life."
~ ReadnGrow (Amazon.com)
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On the brick-paved driveway, Genna Bronson stretched her calves and rotated her ankles, hearing the joints pop. The crisp autumn air brought gooseflesh out on her arms as she lifted them to the sky and leaned first left, then right, loosening up for her morning run.
Fall was her favorite season in the Pacific Northwest. The evergreens created a perfect backdrop for the oranges and reds of the changing oaks and maples and as she turned left out of the driveway and started along the lake, she marveled at the bowl of rippling blue edged by reflections of blazing autumn glory.
A heavy dew had moistened the earth, bringing out the spicy smell of tree bark. But it hadn’t hardened into frost, and the pavement wasn’t slippery. Genna loped easily for a few minutes before picking up the pace, veering onto the dirt path which led to the ridge above the lake.
Here, the forest thickened and views of neighboring houses disappeared. It felt like a true mountain wilderness, wild and free. With no one around to hear, Genna let out a whoop of exhilaration and put on a short burst of speed, loving the feel of her heart pumping, the powerful movement of her legs.
She continued the sprint for another fifty yards, then settled into a more sedate pace, watching the path for treacherous roots. The rat-a-tat sound of a woodpecker scavenging his breakfast and the whispering wind in the trees, provided her music. Most days, she left her mobile at home, preferring the placid sounds and solitude of nature. Cell coverage was patchy up here anyway, so her phone was of limited use.
Running on a smooth path allows for a steady rhythm but here, on the ever-shifting topography of the dirt path, Genna’s steps varied between short and longer, fast and slower, keeping it interesting. She marked off the first mile and was starting down a gentle slope into the second, when a resounding crack surprised a yelp out of her. A shimmer of falling leaves and pine needles rained down on her as a slender oak branch dropped to the forest floor.
